That single womb,
That single comb.
That single room,
And even most vital, single mom!
From enormous fights,
To support in flickers of lights.
Be a silly pilly quarrel,
To losing a prudent funnel.
The bond can never think,
The love can never give a blink.
To shade a bit,
For our hearts, together sit.
Distant or together,
Nothing can make us wither.
Being bossy,
Making you not so upset; crazy.
In the world’s biggest wardrobe,
There exists our lucid moments, guarded with finest probes.
That’s of course not daily,
Yet today I intentionally.
Wanna say you thank you,
For always being my side, my best blue!!
Once in three sixty five,
There for you exists a day of so called life.
When you’re pampered,
By not your actually enemy; fickled.
Wishing you the best brother’s day, my chunk of heart! Love you to the moon and universe broskie!!!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Why she takes care?
She gives birth,
Nothing ever can be compared to her worth.
She gives me all her importance,
That too with so much endurance.

Why does in you, she goes extravagantly deep?
She can’t see that tear on your face,
Covers you in her most precious lace.
She can’t see you so fused,
Rather then in her day, spreads that dirt.

Why does she cares for you?
You were in her tummy for a quarter to an year,
Yet to you, forever she wears.
She kept you in an enviable way then,
Lucid moments; yet nothing to be lent.

Why is she always behind you?
She is the one who is called your strength,
One knowing to and from the depth.
She is the one who is even your weakness,
One see you from a shrewd lenses.

Why is always power packed for you?
She is the one who taught you,
Not the notebook, but ever always something eloquently new.
She is the one who taught you the meaning of compassion,
Compassion to never possess any exhaustion.

Why is she performs so much for you?
She nurtures thy body,
Which makes you look so prudent in everybody.
She makes you always exuberant,
Which even not always your colour turns so violet.

My dear mother,
There could never had been someone really so smoother!
I know I hardly ever paid my gratitude,
For whatever you did, at the highest of your amplitude.
Being a doctor,
You’ve articulated everything pearly awesome, my best protector!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Counting on fingers,
Learning ABCs with massive lingers.
From them to huge volumes,
Even aside, learnt drawing the favourite cartoons.
Everything under a single roof,
Of which lucid outgoers are an immortal proof!
A sacred paradise,
Possessing so prudent eyes.
Exuberantly red,
It’s the place….from where we’ll be grown to be fed.
Enjoying that lunch,
Watching those blossoms blooming in bunches..
We spelt,
We learnt,
We played,
We prayed…
We drew,
And we grew.
From that tiny tot,
Possessing those crocodile tears in huge lot.
To a well striven Josephite,
Who can’t ever hold on to flaunt about their guiding lights.

“Be holy and lead other to holiness.”
Is not just our motto, but what our soul possesses.
Being always available for each one,
Because only then, in this beautiful race we can be declared as won.
Different races,
Infinite faces.
Yet our heart similar,
Which even in the crowdest streets make Jospehites look familiar.
Being a Josephite is not just a collective noun,
But an identity; being unique from the peeps around.
Doctors, engineers, authors,
Civil servants, teachers, professors….
And so on…are St Joseph’s products,
All coz their parents tactfully curated.
Not a single profession,
Have the Josephites left; distinctive impression..
Discipline being engulfed in the veins,
Together we face all the situation, like a train.
Virtues possessed in gallons,
Always shining like the rising balloons.

–GUNEEV KAUR
IX-C

These kept me alive,
Rather to my soul, they ignite.
Posing a life to reader,
Brain to its lover.
Enviable in nature,
In sooth, more than any boon.
For it heeds you,
One must forget the previous, grabbing the new.
Inexplicably eloquent,
Being a true benevolent.
It’s favourite person sizzles on its sight,
B’coz it’s her time to enjoy the best bite.
Those parts in it,
Scandalise you to be fit.
Ups and downs,
Even make you at times, the funniest clown.
That one pens,
It’s hard for the other to await the hens.
Drama or biography,
Even doesn’t bores you; that hagiography..
Catches you right at the heart,
No longer can wait the other dart.
But you, Bear with me,
I’ve something really important for you to glee.
Today is their day,
The day when we must shout wrapping our whole body with clay.

-GUNEEV KAUR

Rejection
Is just being wrong….or rather it’s someone perception
It makes you nasty one,
In that race, they didn’t tell you won.
Disapproval being the substitute,
Creating a shabby chic in your attitude.
Lose strength,
Aren’t able to fit on the bench.
Bench of life,
Sorta a way to strife.
Least important for it to be a handful,
Or not even a finger full.
Minutest ones even hurt,
They fill your heart with dirt.
For some, doors get closed,
Windows stand as barriers enclosed.
Crocodile tears run across,
Maybe because in the test you’re given a cross.

Some take rejections and make the heart tear,
That rejection belt in your brain, you wear.
Some take rejections and lose hope,
For in their thinking, it’s hard to climb the rope.
Some take rejections and bid adieu,
Don’t virtualize life as in its true view.
Some take rejections and lose from being a narcissist,
Their in their whole, gets deposited the mist.
Some take rejections and on their face is there stern,
Technically fasten the belts from the step to earn.

But no peeps!
That’s not the time when you should weep.
But when, to give a brawny start,
So that one hits exactly on the dart.
Rejuvenating the body,
Strength to embody.
Considering rejections as a sign of strategy,
Don’t ever let that stick you as an allergy!
Converting it into optimism,
Fabricating a new vision!!
Start seeing it’s other version,
Maybe it’s His choice, to take you onto an excursion!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Forgiveness isn’t an act,
Yet a shout out to everything intact.
An epitome of compassion,
For it covers yourself to been known for a great passion.
Replying back to a so called sorry or apology,
In a polite way, sorta peaceful colony.
Inner self says patience,
Outer doesn’t actually sounds like adherence.
Just a self evidence,
Making an act of benevolence,
It just needs a strong one,
Or rather a super strong, for the race to be won.
More than mercy,
Yet later the value sticks to you as an allergy.
As your identity becomes,
A loyal one sticked to raving gums.
By not being any stern,
But the best fern.
Of spreading grins,
And forgiving the sins.
All coz when you forgive one,
In the race of humanity, you’re truly won.

-GUNEEV KAUR

Colours spread around,
Euphoria is that one which can’t be bound.
At any cost,
With the peeps shouting with their fingers crossed.
Identical looks,
No sight of some thing or any nooks…
Hard to recognize,
All derive pleasure; different sizes.
Be it red and black,
All the colours bring the smiles back.
Much of it unprecedented,
Yet every year it has something new to be presented.
A festive of colours,
Get together all the brothers..
Despite of any caste and culture,
They’re super passionate to catch a new vulture ..
To colour his face,
Make him comfy after he gives a gaze!!!
Colours….colours….colours….
Smiles….smiles….smiles….
Is the significance,
In the simplest of words, a true benevolence.
To be ecstatic,
To be chromatic !
Best flavour,
Best savour!
Representing the aroma of life,
There’s no role of any knife ..
Throw it in the bin,
Forget and ask pardon for all your sins.
Remain energetic,
Remain euphoric !
Know and understand all the colours slowly slowly,
Wishing ya a very Holi!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Making your heart sound,
Making your self bound.
Pouring your own persona,
Pouring it to enjoy on the best sofa.
When you’re shattered,
When you’re undermined.
Just pen your self on a blank crystal,
Just throw away those so called words of pistol.
Give your words a medium,
To fly on the premium.
While paving a conversation happens,
While paving a conversion happens.
When gets formed,
When something makes you spell bound.
In the dark, it’ll make you aware,
In the harmful situation, it’ll make you beware.
Let these poetic expressions define you,
Let these poetic expression optimist you.
Let these words conquer you,
Let these words conquer the world, apart from you.
Kudos to those for creating this format,
Kudos to those for taking ahead this format.
A tribute to all the poets across the globe,
Who’ve given us an expedient, though the words, to speak the untold.
Wishing everyone a very happy World Poetry Day!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Exams are not destiny,
Yet just something related to theory.
Known to have attired the tag of test,
The knowledge is taken into the parlour to be dressed!
Stressful days;
A horrorful phase.
Gets our inner owls awaken,
Go those lazy sloths for hibernation for a vacation.
The five letter word,
Doesn’t actually sounds to be as light as a five when poured.
To the youth,
It’s alike a handful of stressing booths.
Fear need not become the frontier,
Yet, something something guarding us as a veneer.
Anxiety need not take our whole priority,
It’s nothing, but a state of sobriety.
Being shy with them,
Will take one to the scariest den.
Where not just demons or lions,
But reside, all those creepy equations and ions.
Striking away your ecstacy,
And warm connection with the reality!
The gloom lobster has no connection with these five letters,
Just a perception, which takes away your better.
Life is nowhere connected with exams,
Nor does it depends on in any quantity grams.
That winner-killer attitude is truly the need,
To face them with ease.
Exams are not your rulers,
Even not your dictators.
Then how can they decide the destiny?
Without having any knowledge about your efficiency.
The so called “luck”,
To have been working from miles with the duck.
Even is no way connected,
As these exams don’t decide where we are reclined.
Invite them to your comfort zone,
And not to your astrology home.
They are no navigators,
Nor astrologers.
Remain calm and celebrate the festival,
It’s the most suggestible.

-GUNEEV KAUR